POISON KISSES PART ONE blog tour review & excerpt | Lisa Renee Jones

Book Review | A sexy STANDALONE novel featuring Seth from the Dirty Money series! It is not necessary to read the Dirty Money series prior to enjoying this book. POISON KISSES will be released as three novellas in back to back weeks on Feb. 6th, 13th, and 20th!

A sexy STANDALONE novel featuring Seth from the Dirty Money series! It is not necessary to read the Dirty Money series prior to enjoying this book. POISON KISSES will be released as three novellas in back to back weeks on Feb. 6th, 13th, and 20th!

ABOUT
Amanda Skye made me want her. She made me trust her. She made me love her. Then she betrayed me. And now, a madman brings us together again and before our battle with him is over, I will make sure that she never forgets my name: Seth Cage. The Fixer for The Brandon Family Empire, but to a covert CIA operation, I will always be The Assassin. And to Amanda, I will be the man who made her moan, sigh, and beg. And I will make her beg.

LISA RENEE JONES has done it again – in the mood for an exhilarating mix of sex, lies and bullets………? SETH CAGE! AMANDA SKYE! What more is there to say about this assassin/spy romance?

They are deadly assassins who can NOT trust each other and yet WANT each other madly. Amanda believes Seth killed her parents and tried to kill her. Seth believes Amanda killed his friend Danny. When the assassin and the poison princess join forces again at odds with each other, they will show how pent up passion will become explosive and lethal.

Poison Kisses deliver exactly what the blurb promised. It keeps you reading and entertains from start to finish. If you like action and suspense with your romance, you will enjoy this book. Can’t wait for more!

“I hate you, Seth Cage,” she proclaims in what I know to be an out-of-character emotional outburst that tells me I’ve rattled her.

And earns her my cool reply. “There’s a fine line between love and hate, sweetheart,” I say, but I don’t want her to hate me and it pisses me off. What is it about this woman that makes her my weakness? “I wonder if I missed the taste of poison on your lips, or did I just choose to ignore it?” And I need to know that answer. I close my mouth down on hers, my tongue sliding into her mouth, rough, angry, but she doesn’t respond. She doesn’t even touch me, and I won’t allow her that win. I fold her against me, cupping the back of her head, my tongue licking against hers until she finally fucking moans, and responds.

And damn it, she still tastes just as good as she did, just as right when she’s wrong, but at least I know now. Everything right about this woman will always be wrong, including the moment she bites my lips, drawing blood. “I still hate you,” she hisses.

Wiping my lip, I’m wildly aroused by what just happened, which proves how fucked in the head this woman makes me. And while I’m certain we’d both be more than comfortable with the idea of me pulling her skirt up and fucking her right now, and letting her think she’s manipulating me again, that has to wait until I have her someplace to myself. I release her, snatching up her gun and shoving it under my jacket, inside my holster. “Meet me at the south exit. If you aren’t there, I’ll kill you and then move on to Plan B and kill Franklin. And yes. This is a test. Pass it or you’ll be in my bed, in handcuffs for the rest of your life.”

“You said you’d kill me.”

“After I cuff you to my bed.”

I move to the door and exit into the staff hallway, and then the main school hallway, the scent of her, sweet jasmine, clinging to my skin. Damn it, I used to love that smell.

I’m halfway to the exit when suddenly she’s beside me. “As I know you know from whatever file they gave you on me,” she says without looking at me, “I watched people die because of that man in China seven years ago when he set off poison gas in the subway. I’m not sitting back while he does it again.”

I don’t reply. I just keep walking, but now she’s by my side again, as she was for three solid months, three years ago. Her words and actions are reminding me of what I’d found so damn appealing about this woman: her conviction and her moral compass that were greater than mine, that made her too good for me, and yet, made me want her all the more. Only, it was an act, a façade maintained even now and well. She’s an enemy in an uncomfortable alliance. I don’t believe a word she has said.

We reach the exit and I pause with her directly to my right, my eyes capturing hers. “You’re with me now and no one gets to take you from me. And I’m the only one who gets to kill you.”

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